A deep growl rips from him as I moan and flex my hips. “Keep that up and we’ll both be coming before we even get started. Since you want to be a brat, I’m going to have to keep these sexy hands up here.”
He stands, and I freak out. Please tell me he’s not going to leave me tied up like this. What if someone else comes in here to hurt me? He’s not going to let someone else come in here and take me is he?
“Fuck, little one. Why are you so scared? I’m coming right back.” He takes off his pajama pants and then goes for my bottoms with a quick yank, so I’m completely bared to him from the waist down.
As he straightens up to move to the bed, I get a better look at him and I’m glad I’m laying down. His body is perfectly chiseled, the muscles on his upper body matching the ones below, and his meat in between his legs is twice as impressive. It’s going to tear me apart, and I wonder if that’s how he’s planning to kill me—slowly, painfully with moments of pleasure while he tears me in two. Suddenly his eyes dart to my face. I quickly hide my face so he can’t see the virgin blush on my cheeks.
“You can hide your sweet expression, but your pussy tells no lies. It’s glistening like a juicy peach ready for my mouth,” he growls, staring down between my legs like a hungry animal, licking his lips, eager for his next meal.
Konstantin Antonov controls my body with the simplest touch. I cry out, rolling my body, trying to fight off the lust, but it's no good because I want more, meeting him, needing him to touch me to give it to me.
Although large and rough, he moves his nimble fingers all over my body with such gentleness that I crave more. His face dips into my folds, licking me softly at first before tipping deeper, licking harder, faster. Inserting a finger into me, I moan, hating the way I give my body easily to him. I shouldn't feel such need and longing in his arms. I want more.
“You're gonna come for me. I want you screaming my name as you come. You belong to me, and I want you to know that. Everything about you belongs to me, including your orgasms.” He thrusts his finger deeper while his tongue teases my clit, and I’m fighting to control my own need but losing terribly. My legs bend up and flex, heels digging and sliding along the mattress.
I come apart for him, crying out his name as my pleasure rises and flows through me. “Konstantin.”
He lifts his mouth off my pussy and smiles with that wicked smirk. “Happy birthday—that's your first present, sweetheart. It's time for you to get your other one.”
I hate myself for even giving him what he wants and yet, I crave more. It’s a war within me that I’ll have to deal with later when I’m alone because I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s winning.
He rises onto his knees, parting my legs as he moves closer in between them. “Well, it’s definitely a gift for me as well.”
Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he pulls it over my head, leaving it where my arms are tied together. My entire body is in full view and his eyes enjoy the sight as he gives me a full grin.
“Perfection,” he whispers, licking the fleshy underside of my right breast before sucking my hard nipple into his mouth.
“Ah,” I gasp, unable to hide the instant pleasure it brings me.
“Let’s see how sensitive the other is, shall we?” He sucks on my other breast while massaging my pussy. Fuck, I don’t know how to keep from crawling up the bed as more desire rushes straight to my core.
Popping off my peak, he strokes himself down his long, thick length once before lining it up with my entrance. He wastes no time entering me in one full thrust. It burns as he tears through my innocence in a rush to claim me.
“Mine,” he grunts. His mouth crushes mine, catching my scream of pain. “Relax and you’ll feel better. You’ll get used to my size,” he boasts, nipping on my bottom lip. “Forgive me, but the pain will be over soon.” This time his kiss is tender, almost loving and my body softens as our kiss deepens.
It's painfully sweet, and I need more of him even as I hate him. He reaches up and undoes the tie on my wrist, freeing me. My nails claw on his back, marking him as he fucks me to the bed. “Mark me, Daniella. I’m yours. Mark me while I breed you.”
Those words send me into a spiral of bliss and lust as if he knew I needed them. My pussy walls spasm around his thick shaft, coming on his cock like a greedy whore instead of an innocent virgin who just had her virginity taken. His hand grips my throat as he comes, unloading his seed into me, jets and jets, and then he whispers, “He deserved to die for this.”